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ロアン :

guys its normal that fans throw plushies and toys after the show is over to show their love and appreciation..yuzuru hanyu is a super famous japanese figure skater thats why he's receiving so much plushies right here

2026-08-13 13:35:10

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»★Retal★« :

I thought it was trash

2026-08-21 22:48:30

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꧁ঔৣ☬ ✞Alexis✞☬ঔৣ꧂ :

Para los q no sepan las otras patinadoras le ayudan a recoger los regalos y al final del programa se los entregan

2026-08-21 21:58:50

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𝐵𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑎★ᵇᵉ :

For those who dont know hes a well known skater and the reason why the fans are throwing teddy bears down to the skating rink is,He likes Whinny the Pooh bear and everyone seems to know that

2026-08-22 01:36:24

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𓆉 ꪶꫀⅈ'᭙ꪖ 𓆉 :

não entendi as meninas pegando tudo

2026-08-22 00:34:53

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L•O•L•A :

por q tds se preocupan, no le paso nd, le tiran flores por q lo admiran y lo aman

2026-08-21 23:57:57

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🥀🥀🥀 :

i thought its trash but its a toyz😭

2026-08-22 00:00:28

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e`loire. :

itu dia punya penyakit asma namanya yuzuru hanyu udah pensiun sekarang, asma nya kambuh terus dia suka Winny the Pooh soalnya setiap mau lomba dia pegang boneka itu, akhirnya buat nyemangatin yuzuru fans nya lempar boneka Winny the Pooh ke dia. dan soal yang ngambil itu staff nya bukan peserta yang lain

2026-08-13 08:47:24

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Kitty :P :

pra quem n entendeu, o patinador pelo q vi, trabalhava como um urso na antiga cidade dele quando era criança, só q teve um terremoto e souberam de seu passado, assim o pessoal quis homenagear tendeu?

2026-08-21 22:08:18

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zxk :

What hapend

2026-08-21 23:31:28

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Ánhduongw౨ৎ :

fan ngta tặng quà mà nó chỉnh màu t tưởng vụ án kinh hoàng j ko đó

2026-08-22 01:10:54

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kxn.gx :

الي مو فاهم سالفة وهي أنهم جمهور يرمي العاب قطن من أجل تبرع بيها للأطفال يتاما

2026-08-16 09:53:20

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monkey :

Девочки которым собирать это всё

2026-08-14 14:42:10

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▧░𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱🪩 :

apa itu yg di buang keknya aku pengen ambil😭

2026-08-13 02:56:59

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🦈 :

Đx fan tặng quà mat để nhạc với chỉnh màu ghê v má😭

2026-08-13 05:03:24

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓜elina⋆. ୨୧˚⋆ :

le tiraron media jugueteria💜🫰

2026-08-13 14:18:26

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Lionel Messi 10 :

se lo tiran de malo o porque lo ISO bien ??

2026-08-15 00:53:15

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KayllonKvS :

cada "pra quem não entendeu" é uma história diferente

2026-08-21 23:39:36

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🪷Mayrelin🪷 :

porque algunas patinadoras agarran unos peluches

2026-08-12 22:23:09

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